Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 84

Once the three young Ravenshires had left the hall, the four wooden doors slid shut once more.

Caspian leaned on his cane and slowly took a seat.

Damien’s palms were slick with sweat. He glanced at Talia, then at Caspian. “Sir, we live in a society of laws. You can’t just do whatever you want.”

Caspian smiled. “You should indeed be thankful that times have changed.” The old man then looked up at the fierce-looking guard. “Break one of his legs.”

Damien was horrified.

“Dad! Help me! Help me!”

Frederick never imagined Caspian would be so ruthless. He pointed a trembling finger at the head seat. “Yuh… dah… the Whidmoah fam’ly…”

Without his dentures, the old man’s words were barely coherent.

The guard frowned, grabbed Damien like a ragdoll, and threw him to the floor. “Sir, which leg?”

Caspian said, “Either one.”

The guard nodded and pulled an iron rod from behind his back.

Damien’s face drained of color. He scrambled on the floor toward Talia. “Talia! Save me! Please, ask your grandfather for mercy. Please!”

Talia moved away from him with a look of disgust. The Whitmore family was one of the top families in Stormhollow Deepwater Port, and Damien was considered a prince among its elites. She never thought he’d be so spineless.

She really must have been blind back then.

Desperate, Damien turned back to Caspian, bowing his head to the floor. “Sir, I was wrong! I failed Talia and betrayed your trust. Please have mercy. Sir, please, if not for my sake, then for Bianca’s!” Damien’s eyes lit up. “Sir, at the very least, I’m still Bianca’s father.”

Caspian’s gaze was icy. “You wronged my daughter and used my granddaughter. If not for the fact that you are Bianca’s biological father, do you think the laws of Athelvia could save you?”

Frederick clutched his chest and pointed at Caspian. “You wouldn’t dare!”

Caspian waved his hand dismissively.

Vivienne froze, her mind blank.

After a moment of silence, she sighed again and walked over, grabbing Bianca’s hand. “Come with me.”

Bianca stood her ground, looking at her stubbornly.

“I’m not tricking you,” Vivienne said, pulling her along with surprising strength.

Bianca paused, then looked down at their joined hands and couldn't help but follow.

Vivienne led her through the flower hall, away from the piercing screams behind them.

She led her into the courtyard. The summer light filtered through the lattice, casting patterns of light and shadow on the ground. Their footsteps danced through the shifting light.

Suddenly, Bianca could hear her own heartbeat, thumping in her chest.

She looked at the person in front of her. The white figure of Vivienne’s back gradually came into focus, and for some reason, a thought flashed through her mind: this might be the best thing that would happen to her at twelve years old.